"No, please don't lock me in here! Please!" I begged my parents. I saw my mother look uncomfortably at my father who only sternly shook his head, "It's the gloves, isn't it? I'll wear them all the time now, please, NO-" I had my bedroom door slammed in my face and heard the door lock on the other side. I sniffed and banged at the door, hoping my parents would let me out. When I had realized my desperate pleas were fruitless, my voice had gone and there were no more tears to cry. I turned to face my window, my eyes focused on the locks. I got up off the floor and slowly made my way over, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the locks, and shivering as the window popped open, letting the cold winter breeze inside. I crawled on the window's ledge and peered out, gasping as I saw the drop, but I was determined to get out of my room. I slowly began to crawl out but my hand slipped and I began to fall, when a blast of wind came, blowing me back inside my room and slamming the window shut. I gasped and shook as I saw frost appear on my window and some invisible force writing:

Hello, Elsa. I would kindly ask if you would please not do that.

I gasped awake, my eyes shooting open as I felt something freezing stroke my face. I shot up out of the seat by my window. I heard an exclamation and a man backing away from me. If beauty took human form, it was him. His skin white as snow and practically glowed in the dimly lit room, his hair so icy that it looked like it was frosted with the purest snow one could find, and his eyes shown a breathtaking blue that made even the bluest sea look dull in comparison. He was wearing a ragged, off-white shirt accompanied by a frosted brown cloak and pants, but the most peculiar thing about him was his lack of footwear. That, and that he looked absolutely bewildered.

"J-Jack?" I asked without even realizing it. Suddenly the Jack Frost book had shot open to a page with a full drawing of what Jack Frost looked like. The picture didn't do any justice to the real Jack Frost, but it was enough to inform me that Jack Frost was standing in my room, right in front of me. His mouth stammered, but no words came out, he backed away from me and placed his head in his hands.

"N-no, no, no, no... " he muttered, shaking his head and then looking up at me, "y-you can see me?"

Confused and not quite sure if I was dreaming or not, I slowly nodded my head.

"Y-you're Jack Frost, right?" I asked, slowly creeping toward him, my heart racing and my arms slowly extending themselves out to touch him. This only caused him to back away and continue you to shake his head.

"B-but, how? You're not supposed to- you can- oh no-" He spoke in fragments. I didn't understand what was happening but I had this irresistible urge to touch him, to know if this was real, to finally met my only friend. I felt tears form in my eyes, surges of emotion coursing through my body.

"I'm sorry, Elsa, but I can't be here right now, I must leave," He said quickly and worriedly, he began floating and headed for the window, when I grabbed him around his wrist as he zoomed by, he was the coldest thing I ever touched, yet it didn't bother me. He exclaimed in shock and turned to look at me.

"P-please…" I stuttered, "please, don't leave me," but I wouldn't have to worry about that as my windows, that I now realized were open, suddenly slammed shut and Jack continuing to shake his head, except, this time it was in the direction of the moon.

"I can't, I'm not even supposed to be here, she's not allowed to see me!" He exclaimed, not at me but at the full moon in the sky. I still continued to hold his wrist, but my grip loosened slightly, worried about what he might do.

"Jack, who are you talking to?" I asked, another surge of emotion pulsed through my body. Jack jumped when he heard my voice, as he'd forgotten I was there. He was quiet for a moment and allowed his feet to come back to the ground.

"I've made a grave mistake," he turned to look at me, I'm pretty sure if his face had any trace of color, it would've drained from his face.

"What, what've you done?" I asked. He only shook his head again.

"Elsa, you aren't supposed to see me, how can you see me?" He asked, taking my hands in his and firmly held them. I looked down in shock from the cold that radiated from his body, but then I looked back up and stared into his eyes, deeply observing the uncertainty of this whole situation and that we were each just as equally confused.

"I don't know, I honestly don't," I said shaking as he squeezed my hands harder. I winced, "Jack, you're hurting me".

His eyes widened as he heard what I said. He looked down at our hands and saw that mine were practically as white as his. He gasped and swiftly let them go and backed away from me looking extremely guilty.

"I'm sorry! I-I just, I don't know… something is not right…" He looked defeated. I felt defeated. To finally see and meet the one I've cherished, almost as much as I've cherished Anna, just to have him say "something is not right" and "I'm not supposed to see him". I felt tears spring into my eyes.

"D-do you not want to see me?" I tried my best to not cry, I tried to remain calm, but there are some things that can't be held back, "Am I really a mistake?"

This caused him to rush over to me and place his hands gently on my shoulders, shaking his head.

"No, of course not! Elsa, you aren't a mistake, but I'm not allowed to be seen by you either." He said sadly.

"Why? Why not? What's stopping you?" I asked, taking his hands from my shoulders and cradling them in mine.

"I-it's difficult to explain… Just please know you've done nothing wrong." He stated, pulling his hands out of mine. I frowned at him looking down at my now empty hands. He began walking to the window and unlatching it, my heart sank and I felt like if I didn't do anything, I'd lose him forever. I ran to him wrapping my hands around his waist causing him to jump.

"Please!" I exclaimed the tears streaming down my face, "please don't leave me! If it's because I can see you, I'm sorry. I can pretend that I can't see you, just don't leave me!"

He looked like I just stabbed him in the heart. He turned to face me, his eyes scanning my face. He looked back at the window and then back at me.

"I have to go, but I promise I'll be back. I promise." He said sternly, not in a mean way, but in a way that let me know he was serious. I just shook my head like a stubborn child.

"No, you could be tricking me, what if you don't come back, what if-" He cut me off with a kiss, not to shut me up, but to reassure me. It wasn't just a peck on the lips either, it was a promise. Both of our eyes closed and we both cherished the moment. He pulled away and I stared at him breathlessly.

"I will come back."

I watched him stand on my window seal and jump off into flight, I watched him till there was nothing left to see. I stood staring out of the window, the chill of his kiss still lingering on my mouth.

"You better," I said as I turned to look at the picture of Jack on the open book page.

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Hey yo, it's Jack! And a kiss? Wha?

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